Alchemist

Master Alchemist, transform
All within me to Thy will—
To my wayward spirit’s storm
Utter now Thy ‘Peace, be still.’

O, too often have I heard
Men of God, with passioned plea,
Show me truth writ in Thy Word,
Beg me to obedient be.

But, though tears repentant came,
And intentions rose with hope–
Swamped in sin, I stayed the same,
Captive to my error’s scope.

With the violence of my tears,
Master, melt this veil that blinds.
From this forest of my fears,
Lead me till true faith I find.

Change me from the inside out,
Change me till Thy will is all,
Till my love for Thee can shout,
‘Call me onward, only call!’

–Libby 

You Choose Me

I am foolish, I am weak,
In my need Your strength I seek.

What Makes You

What makes you see the globe a ball
To bounce, the sky not half as tall,
Each cloud a game, each smile a joy,
And every living thing a toy?

Excelsior

Excelsior—
Be this my banner high
Against a lowering sky–
A cause for which to die.

My Mother’s Hands

With grateful memories I recall
My mother’s hands that raised us all;
From infants born to children grown,
Such Godly care

The Oasis

This dusty road I long have trod:
A pilgrim on a quest for God,
A stranger seasoned by hard days
Spent trading broad for narrow ways

Grow Old with Me

“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not alarmed when snows
Slow tiptoe ‘mongst our locks,

No Matter What

“No matter what trials fierce
Threaten your faith with fear,
Remember you’re safe within
The hollow of your Father’s hands;

Not Thine

“O World, hast thou given life to me?
Hath thy designing lifted me
From lowly dust, breathed into me
A soul alike to that Divine?

Psalm 108

“O God, my heart is fixed at last—
This vow I offer Thee;
Ever I’ll sing and give Thee praise,
With all that lives in me.